In the out breath

Wisp of smoke surrounds me in winter’s air,
from my mouth a cloud spews forth as breath,
yet it holds mysteries that only the sweet solid aspen
can comprehend.

In the out breath, my life story revealed,
most of which I cannot remember, crawling on solidified floors,
secrets of the witchery visits to the monastery,
I unravel unbeknownst to me in cold aspen…